I always treated writing as a profession, never as a hobby. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.

I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail

I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.

What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita